Perhaps it may be said, that because much of public approbation has fallen
to my lot, it was unwise to venture again. I confess that the journey left
such powerful, such unconquerable impressions on my mind, that embodying
my thoughts in rhyme became a matter almost of necessity. To the parties
concerned I know it will be an acceptable little volume: to whom, and to
the public, it Is submitted with due respect.
ROBERT BLOOMFIELD.
City Road, London,
June 30,1811
THE BANKS OF WYE.
BOOK I.
CONTENTS OF BOOK I.
The Vale of Uley.--Forest of Dean.--Ross.--Wilton Castle.--Goodrich
Castle.--Courtfield, Welch Bicknor, Coldwell.--Gleaner's Song.--Coldwell
Rocks.--Symmon's Yat.--Great Doward.--New Wier.--Arthur's Hall.--Martin's
Well.--The Coricle.--Arrival at Monmouth.
THE BANKS OF THE WYE.
BOOK I.
"Rouse from thy slumber, pleasure calls, arise,
Quit thy half-rural bower, awhile despise
The thraldom that consumes thee. We who dwell
Far from thy land of smoke, advise thee well.
Here Nature's bounteous hand around shall fling,
Scenes that thy Muse hath never dar'd to sing.
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